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wip for something really dumb that I wont post till tomorrow but their expressions send me sm joy I had to share-
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Just saw someone say that stephcass shippers don't care about Cass beyond Stephanie because "she's nothing but that White Girl's accessory". And they were so... Aggressive about it.
Babes not only are you completely wrong. Ur also probably white so ...
Anyways I started shipping stephcass because of my love of Cass. She deserves happiness and I want to see her smile while being embraced by someone she trusts and loves.
And that doesn't even have to be Steph. I'm a Multishipper anyways. I just want my girl to be happy. With whoever she chooses in the stories we create for her, she deserves that.
Also, Steph doesn't deserve any kind of slander for being shipped with Cass just because she's white.
In fact, discouraging representation of interracial couples is pretty racist of you? What you want Cass to date another Asian instead of a white girl just because she's Chinese?
Like what even made you jump to the conclusion that Steph would only see Cass as an accessory?
No actually, let's look at this real quick. Because the conception of Asian women being nothing more than accessories when in a relationship with a white person is so fucked up. What deep rooted subconscious racism do you need to unpack?
I am so sick of that assumption being everyone's first fucking thought when they see an Asian/White couple.
Cass is just as much an equal in her relationship with Steph as she would be with any other decent character.
Seriously, I want to pick at your brain. Maybe see if I can rewire a few things.
... Though honestly what was I even expecting when DC bases their characters on harmful stereotypes anyways. I should have expected something like this.
#sorry for the rant#I really let this one random person get to me#cassandra cain#stephcass#it is 1am#No I'm so upset because imagine if this bitch somehow came across me and my ex gf and started saying shit like that#I know it's definitely been whispered about my parents and it's disgusting and not true#i may be projecting#... okay I'm definitely projecting
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i was possesed to do this (source)
#ignore how pixelated these guys look#it is 1am#daily stuff i guess#text post#danganronpa textposts#kokichi ouma#kokichi oma#kiibo#danganronpa#danganronpa v3 killing harmony#no id
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jane would be a solitairehead. a solitaire addict. there were a solid couple months when every time i felt slightly anxious i just took out my phone and started playing spider solitaire. jane would do that
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Moth Shig thinking Butterfly Y/N is a daytime moth, cause he usually isn't up during the day and he hasn't seen a moth hybrid in a long time.
I don't know how the two would meet but Y/N is migrating to the butterfly orgy and meet Tomura. They feel bad for Tomura and become his mate XD.
Thanks for reading my 1am thoughts of Moth and Butterfly. Please send me your brain rot of the two. Good Night.
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I really like 303 and 305
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#sam and max#sam & max#sam x max#my art#tdph#sam and max the devil's playhouse#sam and max tdph#freelance husbands#sam and max fanart#sam & max fanart#s and m#s&m#snm#it is 1am#I'm sick and tired and can't sleep :)
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My Marvel, My Greatest Creation.
Just one last Time,
Will you give me this dance?
#YA KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS BOYS#HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH#It is 1am#Lol#billy batson#dc dcomics#dc heroes#justice league#shazam#captain marvel#art#fanart#mybillybatsonart#doodle
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oooo wait could you share any thoughts you have related to kaeya in subspace
“you’re home.”
his knees ache where the press against the creaking floorboards. sixteen minutes feels like sixteen hours he’s been waiting, wrists bound in a poor imitation of your beautiful work. it’s harder when he does it himself, and the dark lines across his chest don’t crisscross the way they usually do when you do it for him, but he’ll let you see his attempts anyway. he hopes you think he looks beautiful. he hopes you like what you see when you look down at him, when he’s as helpless as he feels. he hopes you’ll reach for the blindfold first, laid out like an offering to you in front of him, waiting for your sure and steady and real hands to take his senses from him before he falls apart.
like you’ve read his mind, your first thought is to the soft fabric on the floor. you know him well enough by now, know what he needs without asking, recognize his patterns like the back of your rough hands. “i’m home,” you agree, cloth in hand. he chances a glance up at you and bites back a sob at the look you give him; so caring, so understanding, so loving, why do you care so much? he should stand and face you. he should stand and talk, but his feet are bound to his thighs. that’s right. there was a reason for this.
without thinking, as if by instinct, his chin tilts up towards you as you blot out his vision like a flower towards the sun. in the silence of your room, he can hear his breath hitch when he inhales and chooses to ignore it. that familiar feeling is settling in, warming him from the inside out and relaxing his mind. it feels far away when he hears you speak his name. he loves it when you say that—
“kaeya,” comes the voice he adores so much, piecing the syllables of his name together so intimately with your lips on his neck, hands exploring the messy knots he’s made waiting for you, looking for a part of you he might be able to sloppily recreate in desperation. he grinds his hips up into yours, relishing in the unforgiving pull of the ropes digging into his legs and arms.
his thoughts melt away with every brush of your lips against his skin, every fingertip sliding over the messy knots and broken designs he’d done his best to fix. it’s not good— just like me, he thinks, i’m not good— but you’ve never seemed to mind his flaws and transgressions, brushing away every misgiving he has about himself as if they’re nothing but afterthoughts to you. he goes pliant in your arms.
he can’t see you, but he feels you when you shift, moving your focus between his legs where he’s so nicely bound for you. he likes when you touch him there, he remembers when your hands find their mark. you make everything feel good, like he can rest and let you take care of his every worry. the warmth inside him builds. time passes heavy and stretched.
he’s floating through a sea of calmness, grounded only by your hands and your melodic voice and your mouth on him. you’re real, safe and warm like a beacon of light in kaeya’s mind. the day’s troubles have fallen away from him, replaced by your soothing presence. you’re here, you make him feel so good. he smiles giddily, uncaring of how he looks. yes, when you touch right there—
kaeya’s back arches up into you again with a gasp. it’s the same reaction as the last time you did it, two fingers crooked up towards his navel and the other hand caressing his chest. without words, you’re left to figure out by his body alone what he wants from you. he’s been blunt enough before, almost conversationally instructing you on how to care for himself once you’ve got him like this. images of your previous conversations blur with the patterns of rope in front of you, watching his chest rise and fall, breathing in and out,
in and out. your touch is all that he knows, all that he cares about knowing. tears slip from under the blindfold, leaving streaks down his face. why am i crying? he thinks. everything is wonderful. it’s because of you that the warmth has built up so much, silencing sadness, fear, anger, pain. he can only hear the blood pounding in his ears and your voice he loves so much, coaxing and encouraging. the warm feeling is building up to something, he knows, something good you’ll give to him. he trusts you, you know what’s good for him. how could you be wrong when your body feels so right?
he gives himself up to you willingly and so beautifully, completely enough that he doesn’t hear his own voice when you push him over the edge like he wants, shaking and grabbing blindly at your figure to ground himself in you.
the first thing he notices when he resurfaces is that he’s no longer restrained.
the harsh fluorescent lights are dimmed in the bathroom and the air is humid. a comfortable silence has settled in around you and him, combing the tangles from his wet hair, massaging his sore muscles, kissing the purple marks left behind by the bondage.
“you with me?” are your quiet words murmured into his shoulder. he’s about to respond when the wave of emotions crashes over him. the stress of the day, the agony of waiting, and overwhelming gratitude he doesn’t know what to do with. the gratefulness forms a lump in his throat he tries to swallow down. you know him. you know already what he’s feeling. what’s unsaid can be left unsaid. kaeya holds back the tears beginning to form in his eyes. he’s cried enough for one day. and anyway, you already know that he cares as much as you do.
“i’m with you.”
#IS THIS COHERENT AT ALL#genshin🏷#mine#fueled by pure insanity#it is 1am#going to bed now#will tag tmr#sub kaeya#dom reader#genshin impact smut#kaeya smut
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og post
#pokemon mystery dungeon#pmd#mudkip#bulbasaur#it is 1am#i should get some sleep#(proceeds to stay up until 7 in the morning)
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the urge to write morally gray f/f enemies to lovers h/c...
#it is 1am#on my mind rn is h/im/eko x ka/f/ka as exes (more morally gray) and#ko/k/osa/ra (less morally gray usually but still definitely enemies)#but i am pretty sure the snzblr interest in both those ships is nearly nonexistent#hime/ko x k/a/fka is so...#the PINING?? the miscommunication?? the 'character who doesn't feel pain and fear and seems impervious to everything#placed into a situation where they're forced to show vulnerability' I AM GRITTING MY TEETH!!#paired with 'character who is very much not over the breakup and does not want to show how much they still care'#in the reluctant caretaker role...#🍽️ 🍽️ 🍽️ the table is SET i am ready to eat#i have actually not written anything at all for months so i probably will not write anything now
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ZAC O-FUCKING-YAMA, THE MAN THAT YOU ARE
#i may be delirious#this is so fucking funny#it is 1am#i have been drawing all day#zac oyama#brennan lee mulligan#dimension 20#dimension 20 neverafter
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Alas I am still awake. :(
#poor caffeine choices#and I slept on too late this morning--umtil almost 11am#argh I have a final tomorrow#it is 1am#🫠🥴😤#⛱️🔥🌫🌂🌬🌂⛄️⛱️🌈🌊#🍙🥮🧈🌯🍳🧄🫘🧄🍆🍓🥥🍏🍄#🎏🥎🎗🏆🪩🎰🃏🪅🔮
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I hate soft-shelled turtles with a passion. I hate them as much as I hate snake-necked turtles. The fact that soft-shelled turtles even breaths the same air as me the fact that they are on the same fucking planet as me (luckily I don't have them where I live) fill me with enough rage to find God and kick their ass for making such vile creatures exist let alone let them live in the same universe as me. Fuck rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles (one of my all time favorite shows despite this) for ever introducing the fact that they exists to me I was living in blissful ignorance before they brought soft-shelled turtles to my attention I could've gone my whole life without knowing about soft-shelled turtles. This being said, I have told almost everyone that I have ever met about the existence of soft-shelled turtles. I have made it my personal mission to tell everyone about these devil creatures because if I have to know about these blasphemous beasts, so does everyone else
I mean, look at these fuckers how can this not fill you with rage and confusion
#Turtles#soft-shelled turtles#rant#it is 1am#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#i actually am angry about other things but i am taking my rage out on these god-less beasts#i don't know how to tag this
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I get it now, Nami’s pure happiness when she’s on her waver. There is no greater bond than that between a money obsessed teenage girl and her electric scooter.
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I woke up at the perfect fucking time Yipppe :)
woo!!! New jash!! :3
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If only
#astrobiology bfdi#tree black hole bfdi#tree bfb#black hole bfb#bfdi#tpot#it is 1am#i need sleeeeeeeeeeeeeep#1 am shitpost#shitpost
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